Harry arrived in his attic turned room with a pop.
“Thank you so much, Dobby, for helping me,” Harry said, facing the house elf.
Dobby bounced in excitement, his legs barely holding themselves in place.
“No need to thank Dobby!” He said, his big eyes brimming with excitement and happiness.
“It is my great pleasure to serve the great Harry Potter, sir.”
“I will call you back later, Dobby,” Harry said, dismissing the elf.
There were a few more things he would have wanted to talk about with the elf but right now, his priority was something else.
Dobby, probably, understood this.
Without any word and with another pop, Dobby was gone.
Harry then took out the shrunken cube of books and, as the shopkeeper had instructed, he tapped the front side of the cube and he sent his magic through it.
With a swirl, the bundled cube enlarged, and a small mountain of books stood in front of him.
Without wasting any time, Harry picked up the fairy-tale book, The Tales of Beedle the Bard, and started to go through it.
Finally, after leafing through different stories, he found The Tale of the Three Brothers.
Harry was amazed and stupefied at the same time as he read the story.
He was not sure whether to believe the tale or not, as it was clearly a bedtime story for children.
Everything that had happened in the story sounded so impossible but so did the presence of three men in his mind.
No matter how absurd it appeared, Harry was not sure if he could dismiss it easily.
Though the man in the shop had told Harry he might find more books related to them in Knockturn Alley, Harry had no desire to go there.
The place was dangerous, and he knew well enough that he was not yet capable of protecting himself, even with magic overflowing in his body.
He was also unsure of exactly where to begin such a search.
He did not form any opinion about the tale as he decided to return to his mindscape to hear the stories directly from the three brothers and get his answers quickly.
Just like the previous time, Harry sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and concentrated on that familiar sensation.
This time, he was drawn into his mindscape in moments.
As he appeared in his mindscape, it was vastly different this time compared to his previous visit.
The darkness and gloominess were gone, replaced by a soft, blue mist that made everything much brighter.
The mountains and forests, which were barely visible before, were now clear.
Yet they looked odd.
The peaks were strangely shaped, with abrupt joints and deep cracks, as if they had been broken into pieces and then juggled back together.
And there was a distinct, dark and disturbing feeling about them.
“Wondering why there is such a change in your mindscape?” The voice echoed, drawing Harry’s attention.
Harry turned to face the three brothers.
It was the eldest brother, Antioch, who had spoken.
“You got your binding removed,” Ignotus stated, noticing the shift in Harry’s presence.
“Yes,” Harry nodded in agreement.
“Now we must deal with things in a systematic manner,” Cadmus said.
“Firstly,” he continued, “we will begin with our story and why you were chosen to be our heir.”
“Secondly,” he said, “we will tell you about your mindscape and its changes.
Though you will eventually receive all the knowledge through our inheritance, it would be better if we discuss a few things.”
“Finally,” he concluded, “we will talk about the second unique condition we mentioned.”
“So, did you find anything about us?” Ignotus asked.
“I found a story about the three of you,” Harry replied, “but I am not sure it is true, since it was in a book of fairy tales.”
“It seems we have been deleted from history,” Antioch sighed.
“Tell us the story.”
Harry recited the entire story of the three brothers.
As he narrated the story, the three brothers stared at him in bewilderment.
The moment he finished, they burst out laughing.
Harry was unsure of how to react.
He could only stare at them in silence.
It took a few minutes for the brothers to calm down.
“Not only have we been deleted from history, but we have been turned into arrogant fools,” Cadmus said and he laughed.
“At least Ignotus was portrayed as wise.”
“Is the story true or false?” Harry questioned.
Though he already knew the answer.
“I had the Elder Wand, boy,” Antioch responded, his voice booming.
“Cadmus had the Resurrection Stone, and the Cloak belonged to Ignotus.”
“But,” he continued, “the depiction is totally wrong,”
“We will not deny that we were obsessed with power,” Cadmus picked up the conversation, “but it was because we had the talent for it.
We were the most powerful wizards to ever walk the earth.”
“Were they gifted to you by Death?” Harry asked. Read this novel at g.com for the best experience.
“No, my boy,” he answered, “We were powerful, extremely powerful.
More powerful than anyone.”
“Over time,” he continued, “our arsenal of spells grew, as did our interest in the intricacies of magic.
We studied runes, arithmancy, magical artifacts, wand-lore, and everything related to the magical arts.
There was not a single field in which the three of us did not dive in.”
“With all our acquired knowledge,” Ignotus interjected, “we created the three most powerful artifacts ever known to the entire world.”
“I,” Antioch picked the conversation back, “crafted a wand made of elder wood with a Thestral hair at its core.”
“A wand so powerful that no other could stand against its true might.
And it turned out to be special.
Even more special than I had imagined.”
“The Elder Wand, as it was called,” he continued, “was very close to death because of that Thestral core.
Thestral hair is believed to be unstable for use in wands, but I was somehow able to use it.
They are the creatures closest to death and thus my wand became close to death.”
“I,” it was Cadmus’ turn, “created a stone.
It was called the Resurrection Stone.”
“No,” he continued, denying what was going through Harry’s mind, “I did not create it to call upon the souls of the dead.”
“My purpose for crafting the stone was healing.
There are times when a person is so physically injured that their physical body can no longer hold their soul, forcing it to leave and pass through the Veil, the veil of death.”
“I created the stone to provide an anchor for such souls until their physical bodies could recover enough to hold them once more.”
“Additionally,” Cadmus added, “I used many intricate materials and expensive elixirs to craft the stone.
This gave it another magical property.
It could strengthen and enhance the body of the wearer.
Even the magical reserves of the person were affected in a positive manner.”
Harry was now completely intrigued, waiting for the youngest of the three brothers, Ignotus, to finish the tale.
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